A Writer's Notebook, Day Nine-Hundred-And-Fifty-Six

 I am not certain what I did, but my arm is in terrible pain and I can barely lift it.  It had bothered me a bit a few days ago, but the last day or two, the pain has gotten far worse and my range of motion is terribly affected.  I need to talk to my doctor, I am certain.  I have an appointment coming up with her soon, but I will check when it is and try to get one sooner, depending.  I suspect it may be an old injury returning, as I had an issue with tendonitis at one point when I was twelve or thirteen.  At the time, I had just begun to attend a main-stream school, and in order to facilitate the transition from special education it had been determined that I would need a laptop computer.  This was in 1991, so laptops were very new and not a thing that most people had.  It was a huge deal and quite expensive.  My parents actually had trouble affording it, but got help from my grandparents to pay for it.  The thing was, though, laptops at that time weighed between five and ten pounds, and I was also carrying a full compliment of school books as well.  I think, if I am honest, the most likely reason for that issue, though, was that my classmates at the time liked to tease me about my computer bag by tugging it downward as I was walking around, yanking my shoulder.  I don't know, to be honest.  My memory is that the bag was unconscionably heavy, and of the school actually weighing it and deciding that I needed to be given an extra set of books instead of carrying them around with the computer.  In any case, I am now having a repeat, I believe, of that same injury, though I am less certain about why.  I can think of nothing I have done to cause this, but I am not so young a man as to have never woken with an injury I am certain was not present when I lay down to sleep the night before.  

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